Autumn
Autumn has
arrived,
The leaves have color,
The sap is running
more slowly,
Still alive,
Still vital,
More vibrant than
springtime green,
Change is evident
The air is crisp
and cool,
Fresh from the
north,
The sun sends its
sunshine,
(As it always
does),
But, angled,
To sting your
eyes,
Now, blink,
It is evening,
Nights are longer,
Dawns are met,
Dewy grasses and
low fogs,
Breathe,
Winter is coming,
But, we have
autumn,
We have autumn,
Now!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
September 23, 2014
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